Charlie Peck
Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack

Charlie Peck - Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack

Poetry
Charlie Peck is from Omaha, Nebraska and received his MFA from Purdue University. His poetry has appeared previously in Cincinnati Review, Ninth Letter, Massachusetts Review, and Best New Poets 2019,… Read more »
Bronte Heron
Housekeeping

Bronte Heron - Housekeeping

Poetry
Bronte Heron is a poet and educator from Aotearoa/New Zealand, currently living in New York City. They are an MFA Candidate in the Creative Writing Program at The New School and an alum of The… Read more »
Brendan Constantine
Oxygen

Brendan Constantine - Oxygen

Poetry
Brendan Constantine is a poet based in Los Angeles. His work has appeared in many standards, including Poetry, The Nation, Best American Poetry, and Poem A Day. He currently teaches at The Windward… Read more »
Sara Elkamel
Renovation

Sara Elkamel - Renovation

Poetry
Sara Elkamel is a poet, journalist, and translator based in Cairo. She holds an MA in arts journalism from Columbia University and an MFA in poetry from New York University. Her poems have appeared in… Read more »
Virginia Kane
What I Didn’t Inherit

Virginia Kane - What I Didn’t Inherit

Poetry
Virginia Kane is a poet from Alexandria, Virginia, and the author of the poetry chapbook If Organic Deodorant Was Made for Dancing (Sunset Press 2019). Her work has appeared in them., The Adroit… Read more »
Michael J. Grabell
Why Are Things So Heavy in the Future?

Michael J. Grabell - Why Are Things So Heavy in the Future?

Poetry
Michael J. Grabell grew up in a single-parent household, the son of a high school Spanish teacher and the grandson of an immigrant window washer from Ukraine. His poems have appeared or are… Read more »

Why Are Things So Heavy in the Future?

Michael J. Grabell

It’s the weight of the guns and the lead in the bullets, the air between hold your breath and the gravity of minutes. It’s the lockdown lockout shelter in place, the thickness of a friend’s blood smeared on a child’s face to pretend she’s dead. It’s the weight of water crashing through levees and sequoias piled in ash. It’s the landmines sowed in the soil. It’s the weight of people doing nothing, of data centers filled with bullshit, of money based on bullshit. It’s the walls, the beautiful walls, we built. It’s not the sorrow. It’s the guilt.
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